I didn’t think my struggle to take him deeper would be a turn on. I’d think he’d be disappointed.
Struggle as I might, I can’t take him all. He moans each time I try.
When I gag, he growls, tightening his grip on my hair and easing me off him.
But I’m determined. I won’t give up.
Deeper and deeper. I suck so hard my cheeks hollow out.
He curses and caresses my cheeks.
I’m drooling, tears running down my face. I’m a hot mess.
And he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Words of praise mixed with his dirty mouth have me soaking my sleep shorts, my hips dipping, flexing to find pleasure.
“Fuck, Kitten. You need my touch, don’t you?” He half sits, his abdominals clenched, and slips his hands down the back of my shorts, squeezing my bare ass, pulling me forward till the top of my head hits his stomach.
I swallow him deep and stay there, sucking, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft just as he slips a finger inside me.
Ohmygod! I buck and moan, pulling back and taking him deeper.
“You’re dripping for me.” He’s so proud.
I’m a total wreck as his finger slips barely in and out of me.
I clench around him. Tingles bubble up.
I can’t. I’m gonna come.
He needs to come first.
“No,” he growls when I wiggle out of his hold. “Fuck, I want your sweet pussy.”
Glaring, I push on his chest until he’s lying flat on his back. I can’t concentrate with him touching me like that. Now that I can think, I lick his seam and relish his animalistic sounds when I suck him down. I work him hard and fast. I worry I might be too rough until his hand is on my neck squeezing lightly.
“Coming, Kitten. Let go if you don’t want it down your throat.”
Down my throat.
I hadn’t thought that far, but the idea of him feeding me his cum is an experience I don’t want to miss. I wanted to know what desire tastes like. Here’s my chance.
Humming and nodding my consent, I stroke his base and suck him down as far as I can, bobbing my head like I’m searching for apples.
“Now, Reese!” he cries, his fingers lost in my hair, his body flexing and tensing as his cock pulses. Then, like a firehose, warm salty liquid coats my throat in pumping blasts.
I fight to swallow.
I fight to breathe.
I fight not to come too.
He cusses a blue streak.
Pumps his hips a few times.
He caresses my back while I suck him clean, rimming the head a few times, elated when more of his desire pumps free.
I lick every drop.
“You’ve killed me.” He falls limp, arms at his sides, fingers grazing my knees. “Give me a year to recover, then I’m eating my dessert.”
WHEN GOD MADE REESE, I DOUBT He knew He was making my perfect woman. Innocent and dirty. Confident and shy. Lion and mouse. I can’t image He had a dark ass like me in mind.
If he did, I’m sorry for Reese. ‘Cause I think she’s stuck with me.
I’ve had plenty of blowjobs. Some quite spectacular. Some mind-blowing. Some forgettable at best.
But the feel of Reese taking my cock down her throat and gagging to do so? I’m done for.
Where do I sign?
Is there a membership fee?
Please tell me there are no recalls, as I have no intention of giving her back.
Come hell or high water, Reese is mine. Now I have to convince her of that.
Slowly, blood makes its way to my brain and outer limbs. My cock—the blood hog—finally sated, I can think again.
My Kitten lies beside me, biting her lip, insecure in her skills. Ignorant of her effect on me.
I can’t wait to show her.
A bit sluggish, I face her, securing my hand on her ass and hauling her against me, smiling when she squeaks. Pulling her leg over my hip, pressing her against my half-hard cock, I grind against her. “You’ve no idea what you’ve started.”
Her eyes widen, then soften into slits as she smiles. She knows.
“What have I started, Shadow?”
Shadow. I like it. She’s scared of the dark. But she’s not afraid of me.
“You’ve unleashed the beast, Kitten. The one that’s going to taste you and make you come until you beg me to stop.” I suck her bottom lip. “And you will beg.”
She shivers.
I lick at her lips until she lets me in.
Her fire, burning so damn hot, its flames lash at my balls. Grinding her hips, she opens her mouth, lapping at my tongue, inviting me in, and in, and in.
Before we get carried away, I cinch her neck and tip her head back so our eyes meet, barely any air between us. “I want to taste you. Touch you. Lap at you. Drink you in. But if at any time you want me to stop, just say it. I tease about begging, but I’m not teasing about this. I want you hungry and wanton, not fearful. There’s no fear here. No danger. You tell me. It stops. You control what happens. Understand?”
“What if I’m afraid because of inexperience, not because I don’t want you?” Blue soulful eyes read into mine.
“If there’s something you want to try, want to work through the fear with me, then you tell me. We’ll take it slow, talk about it. But if, in the end, you change your mind, all you have to stay is stop.”
“But what if I really don’t want you to stop?”
This girl. She’s going to challenge me.
“There will be times when it feels too good or too much, and your first reaction will be to ask me to stop. You either have to be able to acknowledge those times and not say it, or we need a safe word. A word that shuts everything down. No exceptions.”
We’re not really in safe-word territory, but with my girl, I’m not taking any chances. I’m overly cautious and optimistic.
“A safe word,” she contemplates, her finger tapping my shoulder.
“Yeah, not a word you’d ever use during sex. It could be a food, but probably not one you’d say often. But one you won’t forget.”
“Cucumber?” She shrugs.
“Cucumber?”
“Yeah, I’m not particularly fond of them, and they’re big like your cock so I won’t forget.”
I’m not crazy about her safe word associating my cock with a food she doesn’t like. I want her to like my cock. Like she can’t get enough of it. But it’s a good word. “Sure. Why not?”
Now that that’s settled…
“Rowdy?”
“Yeah, Kitten?”
She teases her bottom lip. “Do you think you could make me come now?”
Christ.
She will be the end of me. Or the beginning. I’m not rightly sure which.
But one thing’s for certain, life will never be the same again.
“Ohmygod.” I fist his hair, holding him to my breast as he sucks the hell out of my nipples. One, then the other.
His entire hand cups my privates with only one finger drilling into me, driving me insane. Every touch is fuel to the growing fire inside me. My skin pricks, my walls clench, my asshole puckers, my hips move of their own accord, begging for more. And my gasps are so desperate, I fear I’ll never get a full breath again.
I’m dying. This is it.